I find that life, day by day, is composed of at least one joy, one problem and one sorrow. Then there are the smaller ingredients: you always learn something, whether useful or harmful - that is difficult to analyze until later; you always give something; you alwayou always grow a little in one direction or another.

I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

Dreams are necessary to life.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.